Mystic marauders split the scene. On my left, closest to the sun, a thoughtful groove layer, a funky drum player, a thoroughbred handyman, "tone it down" sayer. The one with the audacious insight to smooth shuffle making. A gentleman and a scholar..... and the man on my right. Not some ruffian looking for a fight. But a decisive string strumming brother loving player. A player among players. A "turn it up" sayer. The one with the tasty talent of fingering his flat maiden till she weeps with delicious delight. With two equal sides to a perfect unit, one can hear symmetric quality unrivaled by any other squares. Listening makes arm standing hairs, but they don't come in pairs. These unique pocket protectors have challenged the space time continuum. With one throwback beat, all the women weep. What's bred in the bone will come out in the flesh.
Knux @ On the Rox
